He calls himself an fallen angel.
i call myself a demon.
i cant stop this darkness that pumps ever so gently throw my heart.
as he passes his teeth against my skin, it makes it hard to say no.
i try so hard yet fail so easily.
its not natural i say.
a demon and a angel cant be contacted anyway.
my life has gone from total darkness to a empty forest.
i run in circles trieing to find my way back to my cell.
like a dog trained to stay with its master.
the leash pulling me back to him.
as i try and run for darkness.
he docent understand.
he drug me from my dark insanity for his own enjoyment.
now the people around me make me sick.
i hate looking at them.
when i do i see the flames of hell as they burn screaming into the night as the flames burn there souls from there body's.
i try
and try
nothing i say comes out right.
i tell him no.
he asks why?
i can not answer him.
if i do.
would he look at me the same.
or just as the beaten dog on a leash.
